let it end

constant fortune, heavy luck.
weary traveler, master of none.
there are many reasons i no longer know you.
memorizing your face does not create you to my presence.
for all that is left of my mind,
the wreckage of my history still lays
stretched across endless pavement.
brown grass filled with hopeless treasures,
they are all faded and dull now.
even the jagged shivers of glass no longer sparkle.
weather dusts it all.
and just when you think each shard is found,
a tiny speck slips out from under the rug
to bite your sole.
always waiting for the next piece to reveal itself,
like a conversation with a tired child.
fragmented and seemingly nonsensical.
half asleep, part awake.
slurred drunken mouth.
let it rest now, let it be over.

the leak

there is a leak in my brain.
in the base, no bigger than a fly.
the soggy membrane inside
drains slow snotty bubbles.
i found out about it by accident.
one morning, alone at home.
it explains a lot you see,
the leak.
like a toilet that won't stop filling.
that constant gurgling noise,
deep in the back of my head,
where spinal cord meets skull.
i hear it while i sleep,
where unconsciousness bares horror images,
a warning.
they find me in deepest night,
blood pumping, heart hurling me awake.
i catch the last fading slip of shadows
that adorn my bedroom.
shifty and skittish.
perhaps they are the ones who wake me.
to keep my vessel from draining dry.
like milk from the churn.